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Monday’s. The least favorite day of the week. It signified the start of the work week, and followed two days of relaxation and adventures. For a student this meant back to the lectures, and routine; For Oliver this meant a day spent in Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, Flying, Muggle Studies, and History of Magic. He didn’t mind half of his classes today, but the first year would rather be outside enjoying the weather. Despite it being before noon, the world outside the window looked picturesque.

Due to lack of sleep the night prior Oliver found himself as one of the first students to show up for Charms. “Morning,” He quietly muttered as he took his seat nearest to the window. The view didn’t compare to the one in Astronomy class, but he could see the Quidditch Pitch from here, and that was enough for him. Oliver liked to visualize himself racing through defenders with the Quaffle effortlessly scoring on the keepers of every House. It was a nice distraction from the lectures.

An obnoxious laugh from a nearby Slytherin girl snapped Oliver backed to reality. “Oh..” He whispered under his breath as he looked around in a daze. He wasn’t sure how long he was out of it but everyone had taken their seats and class was about to begin. With his student senses back kicking in, Oliver lethargically unrolled his parchment, and went to grab his quill. “Uhh..” He muttered as he started to pat himself down, and looking around with a worried expression. He forgot a quill.

Internal panic started to creep in as he was unsure of what to do. Would he lose house points if he interrupted class and asked? Should he just sort of wing it, and get one after class? As the uncertainty of his situation built up, Oliver stepped out of his comfort zone as he looked over at the blonde Gryffindor sitting beside him. “Psst,” He tried whispering to her to get her attention. “Hey,” He whispered again giving her an awkward wave hoping she’d look.

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Class began, and Shanelle quickly sat upright and listened. It seems like they would be learning about the Alohomora spell. As the professor droned on, Shanelle scribbled on the parchment in front of her. She kept writing, as the professor talked. But anyone who knew her would know that there is no way she would be writing notes, she never does! And that is true, for she is just doodling on the page, and writing little notes to herself about things to do after the lesson.

Maybe she would go down to the lakeside and relax in the afternoon by herself. Or she could visit the library and attempt to study. Actually, she wouldn’t waste her afternoon to something as stupid as studying. She would probably go back to the common room and enjoy some alone time. Each of her options would be done alone, because she didn’t have a lot of friends. And she was too shy to just randomly walk up to someone in the hallways and ask them if they would like to spend the rest of the day together.

Her thoughts would have gone on and on and on, but a psst to get her attention interrupted the thoughts. It came from behind her, so she quickly stumbled out of her thoughts and turned around.

It was a Hufflepuff boy, probably a first year too. He waved, a little awkward one. Shanelle barely managed to not laugh, she waved back. She proceeded to answer him, but the professor turned around from the board, and glared at Shanelle. She gulped and quickly turned around again, facing the front, not before mouthing, hold on.

Minutes passed, and Shanelle scribbled furiously on her parchment, and tore the bit out. She looked at the professor, who was once again occupied, and turned around. She silently passed the note to the boy. It wrote:

Hi! I’m Shanelle, what’s your name? Do you need something?

It was written in terrible handwriting, since she wrote it as fast as she could. But she hoped he would understand what she had written. She turned back facing the front after passing the note, and just in time, as the professor looked up and gave Shanelle a suspicious look. Shanelle exhaled in relief, and turned to look if he was writing, or finished writing.

Word count: 298 | Interaction: @Shanelle Meza |

A feeling of relief set in as the blonde haired Gryffindor turned around. “Do yo-“ He started to whisper to her, but unfortunately he gained the attention of the professor as well. A glare that seemed to say I dare you to interrupt class was shot towards the two students. Luckily the Gryffindor trait was bravery, as the girl mouthed hold on, still keeping hope alive.

The nosey glances, and a few glares from nearby students died down as class resumed. Oliver just wanted to slump in his seat and sneak out the back at this point, but she told him to hold on so he did. Although the idea sure did beat sitting awkwardly risking disturbing the class.

Oliver did his best paying attention, but his focus kept returning to the girl. As soon as she turned around he wanted to quickly ask for a quill, but before he could she passed him a note and went back facing forward. All he could do was sigh as he read the note. Yea, I need a quill He thought to himself slightly frustrated with his luck. He was down but he wasn’t out. Wanting to get her attention again he balled up the parchment and gently tossed it at her back.

Of course, with his luck, Shanelle turned back as soon as he did. With a worried expression he tried his best to express his apologies by bowing his head repeatedly “I need a quill” He mouthed to her as he made a writing gesture with his hand. At this point the young badgers face was blushed with embarrassment. He knew he was making a fool of himself and the glares from the nearby students wasn’t helping. Yea I wanna sneak out the back He thought to himself.

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He tried to say something, ‘do you’, but was interrupted by the professor’s glare that came their way. Shanelle quickly turned to look at the professor with the most innocent look she could muster. The professor didn’t quit staring at her though, at least not for the next minute. When she finally looked away, Shanelle exhaled in relief.

She wanted to turn around, but was afraid that the professor would look up and see her again. She didn’t want to get in trouble. She regretted that decision a moment later. She felt something hit her back. She muttered a soft curse under her breath and looked down. She saw a ball of paper. It must be a note the boy was trying to deliver to her.

She couldn’t pick it up, that would be too obvious. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she turned and looked at him. He was mouthing something to her. With a raised eyebrow, Shanelle carefully observed the movements he made with his mouth and tried to mimic what he was trying to say. Quill? That was all she could translate. She could only guess that he wants a quill. Her eyes flitted over to his desk. There wasn’t a quill on his table, unlike the rest of the class. She looked back at him, he was blushing, probably embarrassed, he was moving his hand in what seemed like a writing movement. She could sense people around them snickering. She promptly located the person who laughed and glared at them.

Looking back at the boy with a smile, she gestured to the extra quill she had on her table. It seemed like he needs a quill. He was lucky Shanelle has an extra one. With a gentle smile, she took the quill off her table and passed it along. She dipped her head in his direction, but she was slightly worried she got him wrong, that he wasn’t looking for a quill. That would be embarrassing.

Word Count: 357 | Mentions @ Shanelle Meza

The embarrassment flushed from his checks replaced by a giant smile. With relief in his eyes he watched as Shanelle gestured to an extra quill she had in front of her. The boy was so excited he nearly jumped up and grabbed it from her right then, but he knew that would cost Hufflepuff some points at the least. Instead he waited patiently like he had all class, as the quill was passed back to him.

Now that he had a quill he could do his best not to fail the class. He unrolled a nearby parchment, and wasted no time putting ink to it. Instead of jotting down the notes however, Oliver figured it best to pan a thank you note for the Grffiyndor who just saved the day. For a second he pictured a howler from his mother being dropped off, and going off about how she couldn’t believe he was slacking off in class. The thought was enough to send chills down his spine. So yeah, a thank you was much needed.

“You’re a lifesaver Shanelle! I hope I remembered that right.. I’ll make sure I get it back to you after class.. Nice to meet you by the way, I’m Oliver.”

The note was short; He covered the thank you, the introduction, and he hoped he spelled her name correctly, but other than that he felt it was efficient enough. Oliver folded up the note, and took a glance around to see if any one was still paying attention. Most of the students around him seemed to be spacing off into their own worlds, or jotting down the notes furiously. that made him take a mental note to meet up with someone later and catch the first couple of notes.

“Hey," he grabbed the attention of a nearby Slytherin male. Giving a head nod towards Shanelle, Oliver passed the boy the note for him to give to her. This way felt better then him just throwing it at her back again. He wasn’t the best at first impressions clearly, but speaking through a note seemed to smooth the transition slightly.

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Shanelle almost bursted out laughing when she caught sight of the boy’s excited expression. He looked like he could kiss her. It’s just an expression obviously, not that Shanelle wanted him to do that, clearly. Clearly that away from her thoughts, Shanelle returned her attention to the boy. Excited that he got a quill, he immediately began writing on a piece of parchment. That brought a slight smile to her face. She had done something nice for someone! It pleased her that she had just made someone’s day. Or not. She shrugged and returned to her own work. They were supposed to be writing about the Alohomora spell, and its uses.

Shanelle wasn’t sure what to think about it, more homework. She sighed and started writing, figuring out that the sooner she started working, the sooner she would be done. She had done three sentences when she heard a hey coming from behind her. It might be addressed to her, maybe. But there is also a high chance that it was just a random classmate whispering to another. It would be quite weird to turn around, and then realise no one was talking to her. So that’s why Shanelle ignored it. A few seconds later, she felt someone tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a Slytherin boy she had never met before. He didn’t say anything, just handing her a note, and then pointing a finger at the boy whom she borrowed a quill to. That was all that she needed to know. She gave the Slytherin boy a quick smile and unfolded the note.

She began reading.

“You’re a lifesaver Shanelle! I hope I remembered that right.. I’ll make sure I get it back to you after class.. Nice to meet you by the way, I’m Oliver.

” So, his name is Oliver, from Hufflepuff. It’s the first time she had been called a lifesaver. And she certainly looked forward to seeing him again after class. She checked the time, and class was almost over. While the professor concluded the lesson, she quickly wrote a reply to Oliver.

Nice to meet you Oliver. And yes, you got my name right, which a lot of people don't. If you have time after class, we can meet up.

Shanelle checked her writing and folded it in half. She tapped the shoulder of the Slytherin boy who had passed her the note minutes ago. She hands him the note and points to Oliver. The boy looked half annoyed, but passed to note to Oliver.

Word count: 327 | Interaction @ Shanelle Meza

With the note passed, Oliver finally started taking notes. It was better late than never, or so the saying went. Luckily Charms was one of his strong classes, and even with the late start he knew he would manage. At least he hoped that was the case.
As class neared its' end the professor concluded the lesson with the announcement of homework, shocker. The class groaned in response, also shocker. Although Oliver thought he seen a couple of Ravenclaws silently cheer.

Still slightly behind, Oliver kept his focus on the last bit of notes he hurriedly scribbled as the professor continued the end of class announcements. “Anddddd done!” He silently muttered to himself as he finished the last sentence.

All joy was sucked away instantly as he looked up to the glare of a rather unhappy looking Slytherin boy. Oliver couldn’t blame the kid for being annoyed, but he couldn’t help but think it was kind of rude of him to just toss the note at him. Whatever.

Nice to meet you Oliver. And yes, you got my name right, which a lot of people don't. If you have time after class, we can meet up.

Class ended just as Oliver finished the last sentence. Okay, buddy you can do this. He mentally prepared himself as he gathered his belongings. Talking in a note was one thing, but in person was entirely different. Still he had to return her quill, and he had to pass her seat to leave the classroom anyway.

The badger couldn’t just burrow into a hole. “Alright” He muttered to himself as he let out a sigh that said “here we go” and he walked over to the Gryffindor.
“Thank you!” he said with a smile as he approached Shanelle. “I’d be lost on the homework if it wasn’t for you.” He said with a little laugh as he handed her her quill. “I should be able to grab one before next class.”

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Shanelle made sure that Oliver caught the note from the Slytherin boy before she turned away. Students began to file out of the classroom as the professor announced the class over. Shanelle sighed in relief. Finally. She thought the lesson would never end. The gryffindor picked up the quills and the ink pot on the desk and stuffed them in her bag, not bothering to put it away properly as always. She then proceeded to pack away her homework and notes she had copied down during the lesson, and slipped them in the back of her bag so it wouldn't get wrinkly.

Shanelle closed her bag once she placed everything in there. Once she’s finished, she turned to check in on Oliver, and he was reading her note. She checked the time again, she doesn’t have much time left until the next lesson. But she didn’t go. Just because Oliver might have something to tell her. Sure enough, within the minute, Oliver appeared next to her and thanked her.

Shanelle smiled in return, and responded. “I’m glad I helped.” When he handed her the quill though, she did not take it immediately. “Are you sure? You can give the quill back later, I don’t need it right now.” She gave him a moment to decide. “You don’t have to rush to your dorm to grab a quill, just use mine for now. You can give me the quill after the classes.” She smiled again. She was about to continue, but was interrupted by the professor’s tap on her shoulder. “Excuse me, but do you plan on leaving the classroom? The next class is about to start.” She pointed to the door, where students were waiting in line. Shanelle apologetically smiled and said, “Of course, we’re sorry. We’ll talk outside.” She pulled Oliver by his hand and led him out of the door.

Oliver expected Shanelle to take the quill, and that would be that.To his surprise however, the Gryffindor decided to go the extra mile and allowed him to keep it till lessons ended for the day. He really couldn’t argue with her logic behind it. By the time he got to the dorm, searched through his things, and raced back through the corridors he would probably be late for his next lesson. Not exactly something the professors of Hogwarts tolerate.

He was about to tell her how much of a blessing she had been until the professor urged them out of the classroom. Before he could reply, Shanelle spoke for the both of them and took Oliver by the hand pulling him into the corridors. He was relieved she was looking forward as she pulled him due the flush of red that overtook his face. Although the badger wouldn’t admit it, this was the first time someone other than his mother grabbed him by the hand.

Regaining composure as they made it to the corridor Oliver took his hand back, “You’re a blessing, truly.” He began to tell her. “I’d probably be late to Transfiguration if I ran back to the dorms.” He explained. “especially if I don’t time the staircase correctly.” He added. The moving staircase was to blame a few times for him running behind, and he was realizing the professors would only allow that excuse a handful of times.